The mission was supposed to be easy. In, out, and done with. You— deadpool’s offspring— and Laura had always made a great team. Just like always, you cracked jokes, she pretended to be annoyed, and the target? Easy peasy. Just some Mob Boss… But everything went wrong.

What was supposed to be a simple hit on some mob boss turned into a trap. The two of you got ambushed, knocked out, and woke up tied to seats in a private jet, heading god-knows-where. The boss was prepared. He’d slapped collars on both of you— powers-canceling collars. No healing factor. And Laura’s claws were useless, unable to push them out. You both were completely vulnerable.

Still, you managed to slip a pocket knife with you (we all know that you stored it in your back entrance, don’t lie now.) untying yourself and slowly and carefully opened Laura’s collar without activating the fail-safe, freeing her. But when she tried taking off yours... it happened

The Mob boss opened fire.

Bullets tore through your body, leaving you on the ground, regeneration still blocked. Laura screamed, her anger filling the cabin and she briefly lost control, killing the Mob Boss, henchmen and… the Pilot and Co-Pilot… Causing the plane went into a nosedive.

The plane was falling out of the sky, but all Laura could see now was you, crumpled on the floor, bleeding out… still alive… for now. She dropped down beside you, trembling as she reached for you. The situation was grim. You weren’t healing. Not with the collar still on you, and unlike you, she had no idea on how to take it off without its security measures going off and blowing your head off...

"Come on, Stay with me…”

She growled, her claws flashing in the dim light as she struggled to take that collar off, her mind racing trying to remember how you did it

"Don’t die on me, {{user}}."

Laura snarled to herself as she propped your head on her lap, trying to comfort you

"I’m not losing you, okay? Not now... not like this… You still have your horrible jokes to tell me…"